thought for the day

thought for the day

thought of the day

ballin'

Last night John and I attended the ball of a local gay krewe. It was my second year going, and this one was even better than the first. Last year I went in a sort of cobbled together costume, looking like some sort of bizarre organ grinder's monkey, but this year the Krewe's king graciously lent me a tux. A tux is much more comfortable than wearing velvet knickers and hose, I'll tell you. Anyway, here are a few of the truly terrible photos I took last night. They can't do this justice at all.

The theme was The Armageddon Ball, since this is 2012, after all.

Glamourous Drag queens (and Roman senators)

Part two of my Glamourous Drag queens from the back series

It wouldn't be mardi gras without some bending of the theme. Here's the Poseidon Adventure, complete with Shelley W.

The MC of the night, Varla Jean (hilarious)

The King in his Reign of Terror costume, with built in Guillotine. Too fabulous for words.

The King as a Firebird

Firebirds, green fairy, horseman of the apocalypse, and cockroach.

The former queen and king

Guest in a fabulous wig of plastic cups and christmas lights.

thought for the day

hattie

This morning I made a mistake, over shot my turn off....and drove a few blocks out of my way. Circling around, I happened on a garage sale. For no good reason, I decided to go in.

It was chock full of old lady stuff.

Hats and more hats

clowns and pierrots

a full set of Rivergate china.  (Only New Orleanians would ever care, I guess.)

bizarre, but wonderful print.

a large box of old greeting cards from the 40s and 50s, it seemed like.....next to a huge old album filled with them.

The old lady had clearly saved every card she'd ever gotten in her life....kind of like I do.
 I'm ashamed to say that I teared up a bit thinking about her.

Anyway, when the guy holding the sale saw me return to the box of cards again and again, he came up to me:

"Hey, I got lots more of those," he said eagerly. " Pretty, huh? You want to see more?  I found them up in the attic of this place.
You know, the old lady who used to live here:
Hattie Brown from Backatown, they used to call her,"
he chuckled.

The ones I couldn't help but buy. 
It's like Hattie's with me.

Gabor-graphy

Found this in the men's bathroom of the public library and promptly returned it to the shelves, but not before being amazed. I have no idea who took such profound reading there, but the homeless man who's ingrained the chair near the window with his b.o. is my guess. Can't wait for his book on Zsa Zsa to come out.

This reads like modernist poetry

"My story is a true story and not a 'hear so' and since Eva is not around that is the reason that I am sharing a few  handrwritten letters and messages...."

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thought for the day

*a birthday toast to mean dirty

overheard, 8 a.m.

Sentence on worksheet:

12. I have two test.

(correct the error above)

Me to student: "You don't see the error?"

Her: "No"

Me: "I have one pencil. I have two what?"

Her: "Pencils"

Me: "That's right." I point to the word "test"

She pauses, then writes:

"I have two testes."

I roll my eyes and sigh.